"You're my grandfather?" Su Jin looked up at him. "My grandmother told me before she passed away that if I ever saw Chen Qingshan..."
"I'll ask you on her behalf: do you still remember the promise you made under that money tree?"
“I remember, I remember everything. I’m the one who wronged her. It’s been forty years, Jinxuan. I left you an address. Why didn’t you come looking for me?” Shen Qinghe said, tears streaming down his face.
The grandfather and grandson had a lot to talk about, so Ye Xingchen led them to a quiet room.
Yun Ruoyan also heard Shen Qinghe's story. She murmured, "A woman can wait for a man for forty years. How devoted is that?"
"Men can be infatuated too," Ye Xingchen said.
"Nonsense." Yun Ruoyan glared at Ye Xingchen, then felt a surge of anger again as she thought about what had just happened.
Just then, Zhou Dazhu hurriedly walked over: "President Ye, President Yun, someone wants to see you. They came with a special operations team, and I couldn't stop them."
"Special operations team? Does that mean someone from above has come?" Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow.
Those who can be protected by the special duty team are almost always at the center of power, and their identities are not simple.
“Yes, it’s the National Key Development Project 305 Chief Engineer’s Headquarters.” Zhou Dazhu said, “This 305 plan was initiated by the Chinese Academy of Sciences and involves dozens of key development directions. The top leadership attaches great importance to it. No matter where you are, as long as you are mentioned, you must cooperate. I heard some things about this plan before I retired.”
"The one leading the group is a big shot, the An family of Yanjing. They are a behemoth, and their purpose this time is probably not simple."
"Let's go see them first," Ye Xingchen said after a moment's thought.
The Starry Sky Group's Soul-Locking Pill has already attracted attention from all sectors of society, and it will definitely attract some people with special identities. The person who came today must be someone of extraordinary status.
In a quiet room, a middle-aged man was brewing tea. His own purple clay teapot was gilded and inlaid with jade, making it extremely valuable.
Six men in trench coats were already inside. Ye Xingchen was searched several times inside and out when he came in.
"You are Ye Xingchen?" The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Xingchen, exuding an air of superiority.
"Yes, I am Ye Xingchen." Ye Xingchen nodded: "Honorable guest, what brings you here?"
"Let me introduce myself. My name is An Zhiguo. You've heard of the An family of Yanjing, right?" the man said leisurely. "I am the chief engineer in charge of 305. If you don't know what 305 is, you can take a look at the documents, but these documents are top secret. You need to understand the confidentiality agreement before you look at them."
"No need. Project 305 is a development plan for the next twenty years, involving high-end projects such as aerospace, energy, biomedicine, and gene research. All state-owned and private enterprises involved in the project must fully cooperate." Ye Xingchen smiled.
"Oh, you know quite a lot." The man glanced at Ye Xingchen: "Since you know, then I won't waste any more words."
"From now on, the team I brought will be responsible for the Soul-Locking Pill formula of your Starry Sky Group, as well as the formulas of more than a dozen traditional Chinese medicines in your possession and all matters related to the Cancer-Dissolving Pill that is currently under development."
"You need to hand over all the formula information and progress of these things, and cooperate with our research and development at any time."
"You might as well just make my company hand it over." Ye Xingchen glanced at An Zhiguo, thinking, "This guy's a damn robber."
He believes the 305 Plan is good, but he cannot rule out the possibility that some people will use it as an excuse to suppress dissent and make money.
"At your level, do you still think you're in control of your company?" An Zhiguo sneered. "How many people are eyeing the Soul-Locking Pill that can bring the dead back to life? Do you really think you can protect these things on your own?"
"If I don't take action, believe it or not, you won't even live a year."
"Are you representing Anjia, or the leaders of the 305 Plan?" Ye Xingchen asked rhetorically.
"Is there a difference?" An Zhiguo stared at him.
"Yes, if it represents the 305's 20-year plan, I believe the government will provide protection and support for companies like mine, rather than simply taking them away."
"If you represent the An family," Ye Xingchen sneered, "then you're taking the opportunity to eliminate dissidents and expand your own family business."
"Insolence!" An Zhiguo roared, slamming his hand on the table and abruptly standing up. "Ye Xingchen, do you know what you're saying?"
"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Ye Xingchen shrugged. "Did I hit a nerve? Did I step on your tail?"
"I'll hand over the Soul-Locking Pill formula and all the progress on the Cancer-Clearing Pill development, and you'll resell it for a high price?"
“Ye Xingchen is a smart man; he never haggles.” An Zhiguo smiled. “I don’t deny that you are very capable; you built such a large company from scratch in just one year.”
"But your background means your company won't go far. Sooner or later it will be swallowed up. I advise you to cooperate."
"What if I don't cooperate?" Ye Xingchen asked back.
"Not cooperating?" An Zhiguo sneered, "Ah Hu."
As he shouted, Ah Hu, who was behind An Zhiguo, took a step forward and suddenly raised his head.
Ah Hu wasn't from the special operations team; he was an internal guard of the An family. The moment he raised his head, his aura suddenly changed. He took a step forward, hooked his hand behind his back, and was about to grab Ye Xingchen's throat.
Dragon Claw is an extremely fierce martial art, a killing move that is executed instantly.
Moreover, Ah Hu is extremely strong; he has already reached the Earth Realm at just over thirty years old.
An Zhiguo came here today to kill someone and steal the formula; he had no intention of negotiating at all.
Whoosh! An iron claw came at Ye Xingchen's throat, but Ye Xingchen swung his hand back and locked the claw in place.
Ah Hu was taken aback. His inner energy sank, and he pulled back his right hand, trying to withdraw it.
However, despite his best efforts to pull back, Ye Xingchen held his right hand tightly, preventing him from moving an inch.
"You don't seem to be planning to talk today, do you?" Ye Xingchen looked at An Zhiguo.
"Sorry, I have no intention of talking, because you are not qualified to talk to me." An Zhiguo sneered: "Ahu, kill him."
"Yes." Ah Hu flipped his left hand and pulled out a triangular military dagger from his waist, then thrust it fiercely into Ye Xingchen's chest.
This triangular thing has a groove, and it can lift up a piece of flesh the size of a palm with a single thrust into and out of a person's body, making it a deadly weapon for assassination.
"You're asking for it." Ye Xingchen's hand trembled, and with a snap, Ah Hu's arm was twisted into a pretzel.
Ah Hu screamed, but his left-hand military dagger didn't stop at all; instead, it accelerated and stabbed towards Ye Xingchen's chest.
Ye Xingchen gathered his energy in his fingers and flicked them lightly, sending Ah Hu's military dagger flying from his hand.
*Thud*... The military dagger pierced through Ah Hu's throat and embedded itself in the wall behind him.
He staggered back a few steps, his face filled with disbelief. His throat had been pierced by a military dagger, and his head was only held together by a thin strand of skin and tendons from his neck.
With a thud, Ah Hu fell to the ground, dead.
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